Back Yard Fling
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Hi Friends, I have about a sexual fling. About me, I’m a 38 years married man, and I work in Bangalore. Basically, from south Tamil Nadu. Interested ladies or couples can ping me in hangouts at I am back again with a lady chat friend who wanted to post her story without revealing her real identity. Please don’t mail me asking for her details or mail id. I won’t be able to share. Let’s get into the story as told by her. I’m Payal, 36 working as a receptionist. As you can imagine, I maintain...
Clouds scurried swiftly across the sky and the early morning air was crisp with the first hints of autumnal frost as I started my southerly drive over Rannoch Moor. I'd set off deliberately early, hoping to avoid the worst of the late summer holiday traffic on the A82. Behind me lay Fort William and a fabulous week's holiday in the Scottish Highlands, where I'd visited Kilchurn Castle, explored my paternal ancestry on the Isle of Skye and searched unsuccessfully for the Loch Ness Monster. Ahead...
LesbianTessa and her husband attended a special ‘Dance Night’ event called the Highland Fling!. They belong to a dance club called the Highlanders The club rents places to hold dances all over the south of England and has rented an old dance hall in Brixton, it is in a questionable area south of London. She looks incredible when they arrive, dressed in a blue velvet dress that has a wild flared hemline that ends at mid thigh, a scooped neck that shows a lot of cleavage and requires no bra something...
I am always curious about my wife’s sexual past and am constantly asking her to tell me about some of her exploits. She recently told me about a fling she had twenty years ago, where she had been flirting with one of the guys at a summer camp she worked at. Unfortunately, when the summer ended, he returned back to his home town which was several hours away. They had never hooked up that summer as she thought he was too young and they never had any privacy during the summer to do anything. As it...
It was Saturday night followed by my college graduation and next day I was moving back home with my parents. Oh! How I dread that stifling environment. “Perhaps maybe I should have one last fling,” I said to myself. I reached home and took off every last piece of clothing and stood naked in front of the closet. I gawked at my clothes to find just the right piece for the night, which I was hoping to get a little crazy. I grabbed a matching black lace bra and G-string set, so I felt extra sexy. I...
Straight SexI am always curious about my wife’s sexual past and am constantly asking her to tell me about some of her exploits. She recently told me about a fling she had twenty years ago, where she had been flirting with one of the guys at a summer camp she worked at. Unfortunately, when the summer ended, he returned back to his home town which was several hours away. They had never hooked up that summer as she thought he was too young and they never had any privacy during the summer to do anything. As it...
Wife Lovers106.GRANS FINAL FLING.Iif you havent before read stories 100 to 105 first to appriciate this piece fully.] Rose sat in the conservatory, it was late January and she was watching the last snow outside building against the fence. She knew in her heart that it was the last time she would watch snow. The thaw was forecast and she knew she would not see another English winter. She also knew our fun and games with he had ceased so her marks would fade, She sighed, picked up her pen and in her neat...
He's sitting in a local coffee shop. Back in the corner where he could see the entire dining room. It's about 3:30 in the afternoon. He left the office early for some peace and quiet so he could finish some work. There were too many distractions there. This time of the day the coffee shop is rather quiet, with only a few customers. He sees the door open and a woman walking into the shop. She's dressed neatly in a white short-sleeved cotton blouse and a dark navy pencil skirt. She has a large...
Love Stories*This is not my story, my friend wrote this story and asked if I could put it up on here for her*The Palm Bay Spring FlingIt can get downright BORING with the same people, clubs, and trends where Taryn resides. Sometimes, she needs new scenery. New light. And most importantly, a place where nobody knows her. A place to leave her calling card.“Jay, pack your shit. We’re going to the bay for the weekend. Pack EVERYTHING,” she said all in one breath.“Yep. Yep. Be there in 15,” replies Jay.Taryn...
Hi guys, I works for an information search process (ISP). My god, that was my first interview and I was a shipwreck. Oh, I almost forget: I’m Neil (name changed) and I happened to study at Ooty during my whole childhood. My boarding prepared and polished me for every aspect of life. Bottom line – I was self-reliant. And my first office fling happens to be a beautiful Muslim woman who was a year older to me. Let’s call her Zee. Our interview wasn’t at the same time and hence we were in two...
Fashion Fling by Willi Berner A truly true account Part 1 A-Mail 1/24/91, 11:58 Dear Roxy, I missed the good bookstores you recommended on the trip out because I went through the major cities at awkward hours (between 7 and 9 pm). I was tempted to stop and try to find one of those clubs you described and see if I could meet someone. But I was concerned about getting my derriere far enough down the road that I wouldn't have to travel a ton during the day Monday...
Summer Fling By Mr. Double-U All Arnie wanted was a summer love. That wasn't too much to ask, was it? He sat on his blanket, listening to the waves against the shore. 'It's Labor Day weekend. Another summer shot in the ass' he thought. He watched as the couples walked arm in arm across the beach and sighed. 'He isn't so great looking', Arnie thought. 'How come she's with him and not me?' Arnie sat up and continued with his book. Arnie wasn't a star athlete or a rocket...
It was during Harold Robinson’s sophomore year of high school that his parents purchased the ‘Roanoke Salvage Yard.’ The family moved from Lynchburg to Roanoke to reside in the house on the Salvage Yard property. Harold transferred to the Clay High school. Harold was a tall, quiet, studious, honest kid, who was a good basketball player. Some new students try to get attention by cutting up, or other disruptive behavior. Not Harold. To the contrary, he was self assured. He preferred to watch,...
Introduction: Just a fun little experience I had one summer:-) It was a beautiful summer day, and I decided to go out and sunbathe on the deck. I was going to be home alone during the days for the next two weeks, and I figured this would be the best chance I would get to just be lazy and enjoy the nice weather. I had a book and my water bottle, and was ready to lie out for as long as I felt like it. About 39 minutes after I lay down on the lounge chair, I heard a lawnmower start in the yard...
family Yard SalebySlickman©Note from Slickman: Been to a good yard sale lately? Have you found things that were very private that the people didn't know were out there? All rights reserved. *"HUGE family YARD SALE, Saturday, October 1, 2005. Multi-family. Lots of stuff. 102 Belmar Drive. No early birds. 8:00AM to Noon."Annie Flanagan read the ad one more time before sending it to the local newspaper. They only had one week to get everything out of storage and priced. She picked up the phone and...
Note to readers: I am inspired by Pamela's wonderful "Mrs. Canvendish", which can be found on http://fictionmania.tv. Read it and you'll love it like I do. Please encourage her to continue this un-completed tale, as I have. It is the gentle, non-sexual story of Matt, a young man going it alone in life (a bit naively). He becomes gardener-helper-maid to the elegant, living-alone Mrs. Cavendish, who is fascinated by his long "not neat" hair, and insists on brushing it for him and...
As I watched the guy mowing, he stopped for a moment to take off his shirt. I was pretty sure he couldn’t see me, and I was already pretty horny, so as I watched him through the trees, I slid my hand down to my crotch, sliding my bikini bottoms to the side, and slowly started to rub my pussy as I watched him mow. After a few minutes I started to cum, and I closed my eyes, trying not to make too much noise. I’m not sure when it happened, but the mower had apparently stopped. I looked across to...
After Jessica and Melissa left Dave and Steve put the dishes into the dish washer and wiped down the counter and table. Ok bud, let’s get some clothes on and get started on the yard, I think it’s gonna take a while to get that mess cleaned up. With that said both Father and Son went upstairs to dress. Up in his room Steve selected a pair of old shorts and tee shirt that he used for hanging around in and for jobs like yard work and mowing the grass, he grabbed a pair of briefs and was in the...
Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. This work of fiction is a product of the author’s imagination and the characters, incidents or dialog are not to be construed as real. This story includes scenes of graphic sex and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. No one should publish or post this story anywhere else without the author’s written permission. The length of this story is around 13,000 words and takes up 4 pages on Lit. Tags used on this...
last summer i installed a privacy fence so i could go nude in the yard.my neighbors are a little older than me and seem to be religeous so out of respect id stay behind the garage when i was nude in the yard.i have a big yard and always wanted to roam free and naked in my yard so last summer when id get each paycheck id buy 5 sections of privacy fence.once i accumulated 15 sections i began construction.once i had about 10 sections up i noticed my neighbors loading their luggage in their car and...
I was returning to my district's bus yard to park my school bus for the weekend. It was Columbus Day weekend and I was excited for three days off. The streets were black without a single vehicle on it besides mine. The Lakewind High School District's transportation department was placed in the middle of nowhere. Lakewind Township consisted of vast farmland and miles of long, winding roads stretching across the hills. The bus yard was about twenty-five minutes away from the bustling, suburban...
Love StoriesI noticed the knot of young boys up ahead and my interest was piqued. Loud music rocked from the front porch - it was one of those well-earned, sweet hot days in late summer, a warm and voluptuous late afternoon. I calculated from behind my sunglasses as I swung down the street: 5 boys, ages 14 to 17, one swinging a golf club, all of them ducking their heads one by one and stealing long looks at me as I approached. The sun was behind my back was undoubtedly silhouetting my legs through my...
Herzogin Theresia von Böhmen Die 38-jährige Herzogin Theresia von Böhmen befand sich in einer Phase in der sie kurz davor war ihre Contenance zu verlieren, welche sie seit ihrer jüngsten Kindheit auszeichnete. Bis vor wenigen Minuten hatte sie noch mit ihrem Mann Herzog Achim am Frühstückstisch gesessen und eine gepflegte Unterhaltung geführt, als plötzlich drei schäbige völlig verschmutzte jüngere Männer in ihr Esszimmer gestürmt waren und sie mit äußerst vulgärer Wortwahl bedroht...
The gardener at the back yardI am a trophy wife and I know itMy loving husband Victor always has told me I am a trophy wife. I know it…On the first years I did not comprehend the real meaning, but after my forties, I understood it very clearly…Our sexual life was perfect; Victor fucked me wildly several nights a week and sometimes even during the early morning, before leaving to work…But I started to get insatiable… I needed more than my husband’s dick…But then I found the solution: the name...
A beautiful Spring evening, I head down to the yard with girlfriend Megan, I pull the car to a stop and we walk up to the stables. It's never on my favourite things to do, but the weather was too nice to say no. On the upside though, the stable girl, a friend of Megan's, Roxanne, was out and tending to the horses. She glides around the yard and it's hard not to follow her movements. Her lovely petite frame with brunette hair in a pony tail move around in the same quick manner that it always...
The yard sale that changed my life. By Our Dairywoman Angel It all started with a yard sale. That's not really where most stories start, but it is where mine really begins. The elderly man who lived across the street from where I did, was selling a lot of items for really cheap. While I hadn't had much to do with him, I knew that his name was Nate Miller. I also knew that around six months before, his wife had vanished from his life. I didn't know if something had happened to him...
The “Yard” was what everyone called the auto repair shop out on State Road 41, that Eddie’s dad owned before he died. Like the house it was Eddies now, but Eddie didn’t know the first thing about repairing automobiles. He had a couple of guys that used to work for his dad working there. But according to Eddie the business wasn’t making money. The main reason the garage was called the ‘Yard’ because of the forty acres that the shop was built on. Now it is mostly grown over with vegetation....
The Skate Park—The yard job Jamie and me show up at Mr. Wilson's about 9:00 AM. I had recuited him the day before to help me do his yard. I promised him a mouth full of jizz—lol cheap labor.It was a big yard, about 1 ½ acre. Lots of trees and bushes, and wood chips. This would be an all day gig, then the “bonus” afterwards for Mr. Wilson and his friend, Johnny.Took us about 2 hours to do the front. Mow, trim some bushes, and a few bags of mulch. By now we were both pretty pumped up, and...
This is a true story.This took place back in the late 1970s when my wife at that time, we're now long divorced, and I were very horny young adults. We both had strong exhibitionist tendencies and, even though we had young k**s at home, we managed to do a lot of playing at night after the k**s were in bed upstairs.We liked to have sex down stairs, both in the living room with its big picture window, (the curtains open – of course), and in the dining room with its big sliding door that opened...
Used Panties In My Yard One Sunday I found a used pair of panties in my backyard not far from the fence that separates my yard from the Garrison’s backyard. I picked them up and looked at them. They were a small size, they were cotton, pink in color, and they had a cum stain in the gusset. I quickly assumed that they belonged to one of the Garrison girls but why did they toss them into my yard? After that I found another pair each Sunday morning. They were all the same size and...
I am not a yard sale kind of guy. However as I drove past this farmhouse way out in the country I saw a tiny sign that said “Yard Sale.” The sign was being held up by a very pretty young lady. She was wearing a bikini! How could I resist? I stopped as quickly as I could and backed up. As I pulled into the driveway the girl ran to the house. I sure enjoyed watching her ass gyrate as she ran. She called out and a slightly older girl came out of the house in a bikini too. I parked and got out...
Mary looked over the card she received from the handsome man at the door to the porno shop in Central City. The well-dressed, black guy. The fellow who had driven her to tears of pleasure. The fellow she had John suck off with her as the last ditch effort to retain her sanity from the yard o’ beef they’d encountered in this gloryhole. The card read, ANSON BLAINE, CONSULTANT. That was all. She lay in bed that night, remembering his huge black cock…tasting it…fucking it…nursing on the...
I had hurt my foot and needed some help with cutting the grass and some light house work. I found an ad in the local paper for a grass cutting service. I contacted the service and asked if they had any female employees, not wanting a strange man around the house while I was having a problem. They offered to send a girl over and if I was happy they would offer me a contract to take care of the yard on a monthly basis.Mostly it was cutting the grass, trimming around the edges, and cleaning the...
LesbianI hate yardwork yet it seems like all I have been doing lately, and as soon as I get one project finished my wife adds three more since I was teaching at night from home due to the coronavirus. Granted last Tuesday was a great day for it, plenty of sunshine and not too humid, but it would have been a great day to go fishing too. My project for the day was to clean out a couple of flowerbeds that needed weeding and new mulch put down and to help me with this my wife had hired a local k** from a...
I live in an older neighborhood in a large wood framed house built, I think, around 1910. I bought the house as a fixer-upper, but being a single mom, I didn’t realize what I was getting into. I was working two jobs, one as a sales assistant at a local department store and the second tending a bar at a local tavern, after getting off from the first job. Often times, all I felt like doing when I got off at 2:30am, was going to bed and sleeping. I woke one morning about a week ago and went out...
Straight SexI excused my self to go put on dry clothes and left her alone on the back porch. When I came back she was gone. I thought of her leaning down and giving me a flash of her tits as I picked her up that morning. Her distress at having her whole body on display after being in the tub seemed out of character. Kate was excessively shy, or had a glitch in her mind. Either one was a problem I did not want in a relationship. I decided to be pleasant if Kate had gone home to change and came back,...
“Did they leave?” “I don’t know when they left, Peter. But the next morning when I woke up the only people in the Junkyard were Bull, Norma Jean, Lamar, Katie, and me.” “So, it was over?” She laughed. “I said it was the kind of story you had never heard before. We stayed for four days. One of the reasons for the extra time was that Norma Jean didn’t want Katie to leave the Junkyard with her black eye. She didn’t want to take the chance of the State Police running across her and seeing that...
Where i live on the coast we have a abundance of boat yards and jetty's and these are situated along foot paths that people walk along and exercise their dogs, this happened to me just before my seventieth birthday and remember it like it was yesterday.One of our neighbours was a gentleman in his sixty,s and was at some stage a master boat-builder in the dockyard and had retired a couple boat to take cruises with his wife and foster daughter who was 21 at the time, however a few months into...
My grandfather died when I was teen, and my grandmother never remarried. I had always wondered why, and sometimes I wondered if she dated. She would come over, and I used to wonder what she looked like naked, if her body was still in good enough shape for a man to be interested. She wasn’t bad looking at all. She had dark, jet-black hair, and I figured the color came from a bottle. Hell, I didn’t care. A person of 59 has to do what they have to do in order to look good, I...
I was returning to my district’s bus yard to park my school bus for the weekend. It was Columbus Day weekend and I was excited for three days off. The streets were black without a single vehicle on it besides mine. The Lakewind High School District’s transportation department was placed in the middle of nowhere. Lakewind Township consisted of vast farmland and miles of long, winding roads stretching across the hills. The bus yard was about twenty-five minutes away from the bustling, suburban...
Our gardener enjoys Ana at the back yard I arrived home very early that Thursday afternoon. As I walked through the living room, I heard a commotion noise outside the kitchen window. In the distance, I saw my lovely wife Ana and our Mexican gardener, Diego, a good man that usually makes some jobs. Upon closer examination outside, I saw Diego was doing more than just looking my wife. Ana was kicking and screaming as the man was fondling her right in the garden. My wife`s jean shorts covered...
ok, so i have been dating my girlfriend for almost three years now, shes blonde beautiful and looks just like her mom. Her mom is 54 brunette, with a average size breasts,and a skinny waist, complete with a nice round ass. When my girlfriend and I first started dating her mom was single. Afeter about a year and a half she started dating this guy. I can remember sitting downstairs with my girlfriend (mom and BF in bed)and since her bed was abouve the tv room i would always hear the bed moving....
It was a warm summer evening. My wife asked if I could set up the tent in the back yard.We had a couple of tents for camping trips, but hadn't used one in years. I shrugged, and went to find the larger two-person tent and get it set up.It took a few minutes, but then I had it up. I left the rain-fly off and left the screen windows open so it could air out, since it was a little musty having been rolled up for the last couple of years. Then I went and grabbed the inflatable mattress and started...
I arrived home on late afternoon and I heard a loud commotion noise outside the kitchen window. In the distance, I saw my lovely wife Ana and the Cuban gardener, Efrain, a good man that usually we hired to do some jobs.But after taking a closer look outside, I saw Efrain was doing more than just arguing looking my wife. Ana was kicking and screaming as the man was fondling her curvy body right there in the yard.My wife`s jean shorts covered her nice shapely buttocks, but now she was topless....
It is the time of year for those of us who like working in the yard, suit up to tackle the yard work. It was Saturday and it started early trimming the bushes and was just finished the front lawn. I had worked up a good sweat and felt the sweat as it trickled down back and settled between my ass cheeks. I found wearing a soft jock under my loose shorts is more comfortable and allows for more ventilation. It was then, I heard the car pull into my driveway...I had forgotten my scheduled hook up...
It was only mid May and the temperatures were already in the low nineties. The early heat had brought heavy rains with it causing the lawn and garden grow wild and fast leading to long afternoons of yard work in the hot sun. The wife and I had spent the better part of the morning pulling weeds and mowing but after hours of work, we were finally finishing up and would be able to relax for the rest of the day. Its was Saturday so we both had the next day off and could get away with having a few...
About 20 years ago, when we were in our early 40s, my wife and I went for a walk through a small forest near my son's elementary school. It was an early summer evening, so school was out, but there were two groups of adults playing softball in the school yard. We could hear their yelling and the occasional "ping" of the aluminum bats.My wife is an attractive brunette, 5'5" with blue eyes, a great smile, and a delightful English accent. Sex has always been a source of great pleasure for both of...
About 20 years ago, when we were in our early 40s, my wife and I went for a walk through a small forest near my son's elementary school. It was an early summer evening, so school was out, but there were two groups of adults playing softball in the school yard. We could hear their yelling and the occasional "ping" of the aluminum bats.My wife is an attractive brunette, 5'5" with blue eyes, a great smile, and a delightful English accent. Sex has always been a source of great pleasure for both of...
This part is true, my wife has been lusting over one a black man who takes care of our neighbor across the street's yard. She is 64 and I am 70 and he is probably late 30s or 40. She said the other day that she wondered if he would like to "trim her bush." I told her he probably would and she should go ask him. She just laughed but here is what I imagined happened.I saw her go over and start talking with him and saw a big grin come on his face and him nodding his head yes. Then saw him take out...
Our gardener enjoys Ana at the back yardI arrived home very early that Thursday afternoon. As I walked through the living room, I heard a commotion noise outside the kitchen window. In the distance, I saw my lovely wife Ana and our Mexican gardener, Diego; a good man that usually makes some jobs. Upon closer examination outside, I saw Diego was doing more than just looking my wife. Ana was kicking and screaming as the man was fondling her right in the garden.My wife`s jean shorts covered her...
ok, so i have been dating my girlfriend for almost three years now, shes blonde beautiful and looks just like her mom. Her mom is 54 brunette, with a average size breasts,and a skinny waist, complete with a nice round ass.When my girlfriend and I first started dating her mom was single. Afeter about a year and a half she started dating this guy. I can remember sitting downstairs with my girlfriend (mom and BF in bed)and since her bed was abouve the tv room i would always hear the bed moving. i...
In 1974 I was living in a small town in Illinois. My parents were in Florida for a few weeks setting up a business and finding a house so we could move. I was two months from finishing the eleventh grade. Being seventeen, they felt comfortable leaving me alone because my grandparents lived nearby if I needed anything.It was during this time of freedom that I came up with the brilliant idea that it would be fun to walk around the neighborhood after dark wearing only a T-shirt and sneakers, ...
SpankingThe next two nights, Jim worked very hard to keep Susan on edge, sexually. He paid her extra attention, without going overboard, and was more affectionate than usual. Though they did not have sex, as such, Jim made sure to brush Susan’s breasts or her ass casually as often as he could. Since he had heightened her awareness of her body and its sensations this created quite a bit of heat in Susan’s loins. Jim did not let her cum, however. His goal was to drive Susan crazy with lust by...
Dave however noticed none of it any more. If she was lucky, he would give her the five minute weekend bang and then fall asleep. Susan tried so hard to be understanding. Dave was working close to seventy hours a week or more some weeks. That included a day on the weekends. His only day off he was either working out side or doing reports in his study for work. Susan, tried so hard to be understanding of what Dave was doing for both of them. She would cook dinners, only to eat alone. ...
The first night they were together, they went bar hopping, but they both crashed early, bored of all the local places. What they were really fond of to do when they were together, like a ritual, is they'd visit all the places they used to hang out near the college they went to and see how things changed. So the next day, they drove the 30 minutes or so to go to the coffee shop they used to frequent. When they left the place, they saw someone in the parking lot they knew - it was John. John...
Mike Waller sat patiently in the living room of his apartment waiting for his special guest to arrive. Soon enough, he heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. After unscrewing the deadbolt and unlocking the door, he opened it slightly to see who it was.Sure enough, it was Agent Ashley Hayes of the FBI. He met her during a meeting at the Defense Intelligence Agency early on that day.“Are doing this or what?” she asked.“Sure come in, I have a coat rack on the wall.”After stepping...
Straight SexHis best man had organised a bachelor party away in Tenerife, in the infamous Playa de Las Americas. He was only too pleased to go and hoped that there might be some sexual opportunities before the wedding. It was the first day and he, John, Steve and Simon had settled in to their hotel in Los Christianas. John, the bast man, had told them all to be ready for a night out and so they had showered and dressed for a night on the town. They walked down towards the Verinicas strip of bars...
James' story 'What in the fuck am I doing out here?' he silently asked himself as he drove through the dark and nearly deserted streets. Then he would remember...one more good fuck and then it's time to end it. 'Damn my memory is going fast' he thought. 'I hope I find one before I completely forget what I'm doing. James had driven to this secluded but well known part of town for one reason...pussy. He was determined to get some just one more time and if he had to pay for it...